PortisheadThe Rip

as she walks in the room
centered and tall
hesitating once more
and as I take on myself
and the bitterness I felt
I realize that love flows
wild, white horses
they will take me away
and the tenderness I feel
will send the dark underneath
will I follow?
through the glory of life
I will scatter on the floor
disappointed and sore
and in my thoughts I have bled
for the riddles I've been fed
another lie moves over
wild, white horses
they will take me away
and the tenderness I feel
will send the dark underneath
will I follow?
wild, white horses
they will take me away
and the tenderness I feel
will send the dark underneath
will I follow?